Next, I snuck my head into Conleigh’s room. Seeing that she was passed out, I closed her door for her.
Then I walked over to my house and locked it up tight.
Heading back over to their house, my phone rang. Pulling it from my pocket, I saw it was Cam.
Answering, I said, “Yo.”
“Hey man, we got a dove to go rescue,” Cam said in a hurried tone.
Normally, I would put everything to the side for anything the club needed, but not this time, “Can’t, brother. Collins just had another round of chemo and Conleigh needs to get some fucking sleep. She was dead on her fucking feet.”
Cam knew about Conleigh and Collins. He was my best friend after all, not to mention he was there the night that Conleigh had broken down into my arms in front of the clubhouse. “Gotcha, y’all need anything?”
And that was why I loved my brothers. “Nah. We should be good.”
“Alright. Later.”
“Later,” I said and hung up the phone.
Walking back into their house, I finished cleaning up my mess, then I checked on Collins making sure she hadn’t gotten sick.
And then and only then did I plop my huge ass on their couch and watched some TV.
Only I hadn’t realized that one of them had gotten up and had thrown a blanket over me after I had fallen asleep on their couch.
And judging by the warm vanilla scent that lingered in the air, I felt a smile forming on my face.
Yeah, I had been right in my assessment of Conleigh.
She was one of a kind and a goddamn keeper.
I knew one thing, when I got myself in her heart, I wasn’t leaving.